The wind from the seaside blew in her ears, which was extremely dazzling. Looking at Yan Yufeng's appearance, she looked so desolate. In her eyes, Yan Yufeng's self-esteem had been deeply trampled on by them.
I walked onto the beach and was severely stepped on by him.
They hurt his arrogant heart mercilessly and deeply. At this moment, how much she wanted to cry loudly and cry out the pain in his heart together. She knew that men do not shed tears lightly, and he
He will not shed tears easily, but who would know that his heart has begun to slowly bleed.
Because, his self-esteem has been trampled under his feet and is being trampled severely by him.
Yan Yufeng's pair of shiny black leather shoes, which had generated countless billions of dollars, had many people kneeling in front of him and polishing their shiny black leather shoes for him. However, today, he was so depressed that he had to squat down and polish others' shoes.
Even if he is not sad himself, to outsiders, he will still feel sad and uncomfortable. His heart feels like he has been force-fed sour plum juice, and his whole body is full of bitterness and aches.
He Yanxuan raised his eyebrows and lowered his head to look at him, looking at his polished leather shoes. He felt so happy and happy that he really regretted not bringing a few reporters over to take pictures of this spectacular scene.
He was so proud that even the corners of his eyes were smiling, and his mouth was always filled with a proud smile. People looked at it and wanted to stab him in the heart with a knife.
After Yan Yufeng wiped off the dust on his leather shoes, he raised his head and looked at him sadly: "I've finished wiping it." His voice was hoarse like a child who had just finished crying, but on his face it was
There wasn't a teardrop in sight, but his eyes had begun to slowly swell.
This look is even more heart-wrenching and heartbreaking.
He Yanxuan glanced at his leather shoes, then raised Yan Yufeng's chin and looked at him condescendingly: "Very good, I'm very satisfied."
After saying that, before Yan Yufeng had time to stand up, there was a sinister look on his face. He raised his feet and pushed Yan Yufeng to the ground with a heavy gasp.
When no one could react, Yan Yufeng was already lying on the ground clutching his chest, with a lot of blood stains flowing out from the corners of his mouth. His expression was painful, his eyes were weak, and he struggled to regain his strength: "He Yanxuan,
You don’t keep your word.”
He covered his heart and even spoke a little softly.
Before He Yanxuan could speak sarcastically, Xia Xiaoxi screamed behind her. She was terrified and her face turned pale. At that moment, her heart felt as if she had been kicked by him.
One leg is the same. It hurts so much that I almost suffocated.
Then there was a burst of crying. Xia Xiaoxi struggled with the pain in her arm and roared: "Yan Yufeng, how are you? How are you? Don't scare me, Yan Yufeng..."
Her feeble cries echoed over and over again on the roaring seaside.
The miserable sound is like the cry of gods and ghosts, deafening, desolate and miserable.
"Xiao Xi...I...don't worry." Yan Yufeng coughed weakly, and blood flowed out of his mouth again. There was a deep footprint on his black leather coat.
You don't have to look at whether there are any injuries on his body or how much blood is bleeding from the corner of his mouth. You only need to look at the footprints on his chest to know how hard his kick was. He showed no mercy at all, as if he wanted to kick him.